A horse went walking in the river once
And fell into a hole
To its neck. The horse got stuck
People came around. Some people came around
And some people came around
And approached the horse
The people who approached the horse
Were at a loss. They could not extricate the horse
From the hole. They tried
To remove the earth
But only succeeded
In dropping
The horse was not wounded, however
All attempts to free the horse failed
The horse's neck and head were free
The horse could move its head
And breathe, and eat
So people brought it food
Bags of carrots, apples
Grass from right there in the river
The horse was especially enthusiastic about lemons
Yellow godmothers. The horse's eyes blushed
Yellow godmothers. The horse's eyes squealed inwardly
Let us go
To the horse
Wet underneath
Let us climb the horse
Let us wrap our arms and legs around
The horse's neck. The horse is now
Where people go
When they want to climb something local
And reach the apex without climbing
Out of Sunday
The horse becomes
In statue form
Four faceless, inanimate people
Embracing in the form of once-was-horse
Torn into additional
Expectorations
A field of carnivorous grass
Comporting an emerald kingdom
Figures are not FULL OF LIFE
Figures are quarantined
By fear
And make of love
A coping
Mechanism
Climbing, I am shredding
Fermented milk
Around the horse's gnawing mouth
GUARDIANS OF SOLITUDE
I was, while urinating on a bank of snow
Against a deli, asking myself, what is it
I'm supposed to do? What is it I'm returning to?
My friends were passions in the parking lot
Twisting beneath, I remember
My shadow
Turning into the wall. Will I know enough?
To know I've left?
Enough?
To return?
To the lowest point?
The dissolution of the primal screw
Or chew the Gatorade
The horse loves, hangs its head over the fence
Am I supposed to touch? Enough
To see the yellow godmothers in the horse's eyes
Emblazoned with black Christmas trees
Fruit is blind. Only the tree sees
—René Char
What is the horse
That keeps on giving
Horse?
There's an old man in the river
Bringing food
On a tray
To feed the horse
The old man falls. The laughs pull off
People never outgrow
The desire to be
A hat upon the head
Of a body that cannot move
THE ELUCIDATION OF A FLAG
The basic obscurity
Of an animal in a field
Unknown because of speed
Talking to persons who are not there
The dirty horse is the journal
Of the absent persons' mental
Riding the horse, believing a voice
Satisfaction of the waste
A woman rides a horse into the desert
To make a portrait of herself
In the desert with a horse, her horse
She will BE the desert, FROM the desert
As if she lives there, and has always
The portrait will be: THE DESERT UNDERSTANDS ME
The desert
And I
Provide
The background is mostly sky. The ground tilts up
Where the ground meets the sky, the balance of the woman's body is
Not in it, the portrait: a horse, a dog, a river
Brush in the river, cactus in the river
Stars, the sky, crosses on a chapel
Small, insignificant flowers
Growing in the shadows of each
Cross imbuing with silent color
A critical double-portrait
MY ARTWORK COMES OUT
BETTER WHEN I MAKE IT
IN THE RIVER WITH
MY HORSE
What is the point? Hey you, ruining the view
Of fertile essences
When the desert is gone
All around is one
Way to regard it
Never was?
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